Famous Last Words (New York Thunder #1)

Chapter 30ROBBIE

CHAPTER 30

ROBBIE

A fter our win against the Storm, we stay in the lobby bar to celebrate because it’s too fucking cold in Nova Scotia to leave the hotel. But after an hour or so, there’s a nauseating hint of perfume and desperation hanging thick in the air from the ambitious puck bunnies who have somehow managed to sneak their way in. After two beers I pretended to drink, I dip out without saying anything and head up to my room.

By the time I brush my teeth and change into a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, it’s almost midnight. And, because I’m apparently a pussy-whipped asshole, I try my luck with a message to Fran in the hope that she’s still awake, for reasons I care not to admit.

Me: You up?

I find myself staring at the screen with bated breath, and I momentarily hate myself. But then she replies, and my heart does this weird jump-thing that I can’t even begin to explain, and I hate myself even more.

Keller: Yeah, I just got home from work.

The skin at the back of my neck pricks at the thought of her coming home so late. Not only is her building lacking in basic security, but I swear, if she tells me she caught the goddamn subway home, I’m going to lose my fucking shit.

Me: How did you get home?

Keller: Uber.

I’m not entirely comfortable with her catching an Uber this late at night either, because fuck knows there’re a lot of creepy-ass drivers out there. But I guess it’s safer than the subway late at night.

Me: You know I’m really not a fan of you working nights.

Keller: Well, it’s a good thing you have absolutely no say over what I do with my life then, huh?

Me: Brat.

Keller: ??

I can’t help but grin at her reply. Man, she’s a fucking smart ass. But, if I’m being honest, her sassy mouth is one of the things I like most about her.

After our weekend together, things between Fran and me have well and truly shifted. I mean, she sat on my fucking face, for Chrissake; lines were definitely crossed. I don’t know what’s happening between us, if anything, but I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t something there.

Keller: I promise, once my commission check clears, I’ll quit working at the bar, Dad.

Me: That’s Daddy, to you.

Keller: Ew.

I chuckle.

Me: Did you see the game?

Keller: I saw highlights.

Me: Did you see my fight?

Keller: Yep.

Man, she’s really giving me nothing here. Time to bust out the big guns.

Me: Did it get you all hot?

Keller: You’re horny, aren’t you?

Me: I’m a 25yo guy who just won a hockey game. Of course I’m fucking horny.

Keller: Is your cock hard?

I blink at her message, reading it at least seven times just to make sure I’m not seeing things. Nope. She definitely just asked me that. Talk about zero to sixty. Yeah, whatever line was crossed between us after this weekend is now well and truly erased.

Me: It is fucking now.

Keller: Prove it.

Holy shit. Is she serious right now? I thought she would’ve taken a lot more convincing.

I sit up and tug off my t-shirt, lying back down against the pillows and snapping a picture of my lower half—my stomach, my low-hanging sweats, my dick tenting the gray fleece.

Me: [photo]

Fran doesn’t respond straight away, and a part of me worries that maybe she wasn’t being serious, and my picture has offended her. But then my phone shudders with a new message and Holy. Fucking. Shit. She’s sent me a similar shot, only instead of gray sweats, she’s wearing nothing but a pair of black cotton panties. And, as if that’s not enough, she has a bright pink vibrator in her hand, resting against her mound.

Me: Are you fucking kidding me right now because I swear to God, Keller…

Keller: You think you’re the only one who gets to be horny?

I groan at the thought of her there, in her bed, getting herself off.

Me: What are you gonna do with that thing?

Keller: Make myself come.

Me: You are fucking killing me right now. You know that, right?

Keller: Facetime?

I don’t even respond. No time for that. Instead, I shimmy out of my sweats, kick them across the room, and, with one hand on my dick, the other holding my phone so I c an see the screen, I send the Facetime request.

After a couple of rings, Fran’s face fills the screen, a coy smile tugging at her lips, but before I can say anything, I’m stopped by the unmistakable sound of buzzing in the background.

“You started without me?” I gape at her.

Her teeth rake hard over her plump bottom lip as she nods.

“Let me see.”

The screen goes black for a moment before the image of Fran’s lower body comes into view. She’s still wearing her panties, but her hand is buried underneath them, nestled between those thick thighs I love.

“Spread your legs.”

She complies, her thighs falling apart not nearly enough.

“Take off your panties,” I demand. “I wanna see.”

“What’s in it for me?” I hear her ask, her voice all soft and breathy.

I show her exactly what it’s in for her, pointing the camera at my cock and zooming in on the bead of precum glistening at the very top.

“I wanna see you stroke it.”

A low chuckle climbs my throat as I wrap my hand around the base of my cock, gripping it tight and stroking it hard and slow, unable to mask the groan that rumbles deep in my chest.

“That is so hot.” Fran sighs, and her thighs fall a little further apart.

“You gonna take off those panties, or do I have to stop?” I warn, although it’s an empty threat; if the fire alarm went off right now, I’d be stroking my dick as I evacuate the hotel.

“You’re so bossy,” she mutters.

“You fucking love it.”

I watch as she wiggles her curvy hips, and she pushes her panties down over her legs so that she’s left completely bare. Nothing but her smooth pussy and that pink vibrator buzzing in plain sight and fuck me, the damn thing is already glistening with her arousal.

“Now what?” she asks, the toy hovering a few inches from her center.

What I wouldn’t give for the camera to be facing her cunt right now, giving me a full view of her wet pussy lips and swollen clit.

“Hold it against your clit,” I say.

She lowers the pink toy to her pussy, and I hear her whimper at the same time as her hips shift from the contact. I pump my dick a little harder.

“Keep it right there. Right on your clit.”

“It’s too intense,” she gasps, her legs twitching.

“Don’t you dare take it away, Keller,” I warn through gritted teeth.

“Oh my God, I’m going to come,” she sobs.

“No! Not until I say.”

She cries out, and I see the tell-tale sign of her orgasm start to crest by the way her thighs fall open even more.

“Take it away. Right now. Do not fucking come, Keller!”

With a frustrated groan, she rips the toy away, and then clamps her thighs together, and I know it’s because she’s trying to dull the ache.

“You good?” I chuckle under my breath, still languorously stroking my dick, rubbing my hand around the swollen head to collect the moisture seeping out of me, before pumping again.

“No. I’m not fucking good , Robbie,” she snaps. “It hurts.”

“Aww, my filthy little slut is aching,” I taunt, my voice low and gravely because this is hurting me as much as it’s hurting her.

“Please, can I come?”

I don’t know what it is, but that question on her lips does something to me, and I feel my balls tighten. I’m forced to take a deep, centering breath to stop myself from jacking my dick hard and fast.

“I want you to drag the vibrator all over your pussy. Circle it around that tight little cunt and up to your clit, but don’t touch it.”

She whimpers, and the sound is fucking everything.

I watch her do what I say, and when she sucks in a shuddering breath, I know it’s taking everything she has not to get herself off.

“Don’t touch your fucking clit,” I remind her. “Not yet.”

A sob, combined with a groan mixed with a growl, comes from her, and I almost laugh.

“Breathe, Keller,” I instruct her. “Breathe through the pain, baby.”

She moans, and I know it’s because she loves when I call her baby, although I know she’d never admit it.

“Now push the toy inside that needy little pussy,” I say.

She does, and another moan rings through the phone as her hand pumps the vibrator in and out.

“Pull it out and show me,” I urge. “I wanna see just how wet you are.”

Fran reluctantly pulls the toy away from where she needs it and holds it up a little closer, showing her sticky arousal all over it, and I swear, my fucking mouth waters with the need to lick it off.

“Fuck me, Keller,” I groan, fisting my dick to the point of pain. “Look at my needy fucking girl.”

“Please, Robbie,” she gasps. “I need to come so bad.”

“I know you do,” I say. “But I’m gonna need you to sit up on your knees and rest your phone on your nightstand, so I can see all of you.”

“I want you to do the same,” she begs.

“Don’t worry, baby, I got you,” I snicker, pushing up from the bed and walking into the bathroom.

Fran does as I ask. Sitting up on her knees, her curvy body is ready and willing. Her tits heave with every breath, pale pink nipples puckered and begging for my mouth.

I place my phone onto the bathroom counter, adjusting it.

“Can you see me?” I check, resting one foot up on the side of the tub, gripping my cock hard.

“Yes, your cock looks so fucking big.”

“Fuck yeah, it does.” I smirk cockily.

She laughs lightly, and the look of pure sex on her face is something I hope to remember for the rest of my life—flushed cheeks, swollen lips, hooded eyes, mussed hair.

“Hold the vibrator right against your clit and ride your fucking hand just like you rode my face the other day.”

She closes her eyes, her head falling back on a throaty moan as her hips move, grinding against the vibrator.

“’Atta girl.” I pump my dick hard. “Keep going.”

“Oh my God, I’m so close…” She whimpers.

“Me too, baby,” I grunt. “You make my cock so fucking hard.”

“Ahhh…”

“Say my name, Keller!”

“Oh, Robbie! Robbie. Robbie.” Her body shudders, and I know she’s cresting. “I’m coming… I’m oh my Fuck!”

“Eyes on me, baby!” I pant.

Her glazed eyes find mine through the phone as she continues riding out her orgasm, and that’s all it takes.

“Fuck!” I shout, coming harder than I’ve ever come from jerking myself off, my dick releasing in warm ropes of cum all over my hand, my stomach, my chest, my goddamn chin for Chrissake. White spots dance in my vision as my knees almost buckle beneath me, and I’m forced to grip the bathroom counter, holding myself steady as I catch my breath.

Fran collapses onto the bed in a breathless, panting heap, that beautiful, big ass of hers teasing me through the phone.

“You good?” I ask through my racked breaths.

She doesn’t respond. Just gives me a thumbs up. And I can’t help but laugh at the thought that I’ve just rendered Fran Keller speechless. That’s gotta be a first.

“Look wh at you did to me, Keller,” I mutter, looking down at myself. “It’s like a goddamn bukkake porno up in here.”

At that, Fran grabs the phone to get a closer look, her eyes gleaming as I show her the state of myself.

“Next time I come with you,” I say, “I’m coming in that smart fucking mouth of yours.”

“Promise?”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I smirk. “Greedy girl.”

With a hum, she nods and rolls her tongue over her bottom lip, and fuck me, I’m hard again.

“Chrissake, Keller,” I groan. “You’re gonna be the fucking death of me, I swear.”

Suddenly, the screen flashes with pink, going blurry, but when it focuses again, I almost swallow my damn tongue. There, staring directly into my eyes through the phone, Keller drags her bright pink vibrator over her swollen lips before swirling her tongue around it and lapping up every last drop of her release.

Again, I groan, shaking my head in a combination of awe and betrayal because how fucking dare she. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me right now?”

She doubles down, wrapping her lips around the toy and sucking it deep into her mouth. And then the screen goes black, and I’m met with my own reflection looking back at me.

Oh, hell to the fuck no. I try call her back, but it rings out, so I shoot her a text.

Me: Are you fucking serious right now?

Keller: Sorry. Can’t talk. I’m a little busy…

Me: Just you fucking wait.

Keller: Don’t threaten me with a good time.

Fucking brat.